I dreamed of your kiss;
Not once, but twice.
Maybe more.
I'm sure, more.
So nice.

I'm awakened. Heart racing.  
Smile swelling, from inside.
Breath escapes.
******* aches.
Soul cries.

I must have you.
Not maybe; must.
Love grows.
Yes, grows.
Accompanying, lust.

Not so much lust.
*** dripping from my ****.
But passion.
Soul-filled passion.
Awaiting by the clock.

When will that be?
When dreams become reality.
I crave. (You. Have. No. Idea.)
******* CRAVE. (Is all I could say).
As a song must have melody.

I pulled you close.
Our bodies formed; my lap.
Laying you back; embrace.
****** embrace.
My hands; your map.

A giggle with neck kisses.
Anticipation; the next.
Hair brushes. Head turns.
Yes, turns.
Eyes meet. No longer perplexed.

No dream could be so sweet;
As mine and my babe's swelling lips.
Smooth sliding. Delicate velvet quivering, still.
Our tongues kneading.
No. Needing. Hands grip, hips and nips. Quenching drips.

The beckoning dreams began our calling;
The Kiss, connecting two lost souls into one.
Fiery passion.
Our lovely adventurous passion.
Prelude, the friendship.
Chapter One ending as your tongue tastes my ***.

Chapter Two is being written by us, lovely madam.
I shall inform.

Sincerely,
Your Kind Sir